New York City was in a panic. The freed ghosts decided to make the town their playground. An angry poltergeist flew out of the subway. The slimer from the Sedgewick decided to take up residents in a hot dog cart. A skeletal taxi driver was on a joyride through Times Square.
While all of this was happening, Vinz Clortho continued walking through the city streets. He paid no attention to the chaos unfolding around him. For him, there was only one place to go, and only one person he needed to see.
Across town, the Ghostbusters were locked up in the county jail. Winston tried to plead with the guard.
Winston: Hey guard, I want to make a phone call. I just work for these guys. I wasn't even there.
The others were gathered around a table in the middle of the room. Ray laid out the blueprints of 550 Central Park West. They were discussing the purpose of the building and its odd design features.
Egon: The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry trackers NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.
Ray: Cold riveted, steel girders with cores of pure selenium.
Venkman looked around them and noticed that the other inmates in the cell began to listen to what the men were saying.
Imagine Y/N is on the other side of the table close to Ray.
Peter: Everybody getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don't make them like they used to, huh?
Stantz smacked him upside the head as if the answer were obvious.
Ray: No! Nobody ever made them like this! I mean the architect was either a certified genius or a pathetic wacko.
Peter: Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy, engineering, or physics, and just tell me what the hell is going on.
Ray: You never studied. The whole building is a huge, superconductive antennae that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend lives in the corner penthouse of Spook Central.
Peter: She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers. She barks. She drools. She claws-
Y/N: It's not the girl, Peter. It's the building. Something terrible is about to enter our world and this building is obviously the door. We're talking about an apocalypse the likes of which the world has never seen. Whoever built this thing clearly wanted it to last a long time. It's been gathering spiritual energy for decades. And with the energy released from the containment grid, the gateway may very well be close to opening.
Egon: I was looking more into the creator of the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor. I found him in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in 1920 he started a secret society.
Peter: Let be guess. Gozer worshippers.
Egon: Right.
Peter: No studying, huh?
Egon: After the First World War Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone. He had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof. Bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen.
The room fell silent. All of the men were taking in what they just put together. This could mean disaster for New York. For humanity. Y/N had to step back when Egon mentioned the architect. Shandor. He remembered hearing that name before, but couldn't remember where. Peter broke the silence by singing to the other cellmates.
Peter: So be good, for goodness sake. Woah, somebody's coming. Somebody's coming to town...
Ray: We have to get out of here. We've got to find a judge or something.
Winston: Hey wait a minute! Hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now are we actually gonna go before a federal judge and say that some moldy Babylonian god is going to be dropping in on Central Park West and start tearing up the city?!
Egon: It's Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Peter: Yeah, big difference.
Winston: No offense, but I've got to get my own lawyer.
The men's conversation was interrupted when one of the police officers walked over. He began unlocking the cell door.
Officer: Okay, Ghostbusters. The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy. Let's go.
Peter: Alright, I've got to split. The mayor wants to rap with me about some things.
City Hall was in panic mode. Calls were constantly coming in, reporting odd disturbances. Mayor Lenny was talking with his advisors and the police commissioner while looking at a map of Manhattan. Flags were posted everywhere one of these disturbances was reported in. They nearly covered the entire map. While he was arguing with his staff, the mayor was interrupted when his secretary walked in.
Secretary: The Ghostbusters are here Mr. Mayor.
Mayor: The Ghostbusters. Okay, the Ghostbusters.
The five men were ushered into the room. Y/N looked around the room. He never thought this was how he would get to meet the mayor. There were several men in suits trying to understand the commotion going on around them. These poor guys don't know what they're dealing with, he thought.
Mayor: Where's this Peck?
Walter Peck barged through the door and pushed his way past the Ghostbusters.
Peck: I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report. These men are consummate snowball artists. They use sense and nerve gases to induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts and they call on these bozos who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show.
Y/N: I dunno, the damage looked pretty real to me. Otherwise, we ran a smooth operation. Everything was working just fine-
Peck: Ha! Clearly not.
Ray: Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.
Peck: They caused an explosion!
Mayor: Is this true?
Peter: Yes, it's true. This man has no dick.
Peck had enough. He jumped towards Venkman, ready to pummel him. He was held back by city officials.
Peck: Alright, alright, alright!
Peter: Well that's what I heard!
Mayor: This is city hall!
He addressed the police commissioner.
Mayor: Now what am I going to do here? John, what is this?
Commissioner: All I know is that was no lightshow we saw this morning. I've seen every form of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me.
Official: The walls in the fifty-third precinct were bleeding. How do you explain that?
Suddenly, the archbishop walked into the room. The mayor greeted him as an old friend and kissed his hand.
Archbishop: Good afternoon gentlemen.
Mayor: Oh, your eminence.
Archbishop: How are you Lenny?
Mayor: You're looking good Mike. We're in a real fix here. What do you think I should do?
Archbishop: Lenny, officially the church will not take any position on the religious implications of these... phenomenon. Personally, Lenny, I think it's a sign from God, but don't quote me on that.
Peter: Oh, I think that's a smart move, Mike.
Mayor: Well, I'm not going to call a press conference and tell everyone to start praying.
Winston stepped up as the mayor sat down at his desk.
Winston: I'm Winston Zeddemore, your honor. Look, I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks. But, I've got to tell you, these things are real. Since I've joined these men, I have seen shit that will turn you white.
Peter stepped forward with his case.
Peter: Well, you can believe Mr. Pecker-
Peck: My name is Peck.
Peter: -or you could accept the fact that this city is heading for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do you mean biblical?
Ray: What he means is Old Testament Mr. Mayor. Real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone falling down from the sky! Rivers and seas boiling!
Egon: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanoes!
Y/N: Eclipses! Rivers of blood!
Winston: The dead rising from the grave!
Peter: Human sacrifice! Dogs and cats living together! MASS HYSTERIA!
Mayor: Enough! I get the point! But what if you're wrong?
Peter: If I'm wrong, nothing happens! We go to jail, peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it. But if I'm right, and we can stop this thing... Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters.
The mayor thought for a moment. This Venkman guy was good. He'd have to watch his back if he ever decided to go into politics. Peck walked up, not believing the mayor's quiet consideration.
Peck: I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men?
The mayor thought for a moment and made his final decision. He pointed a finger at Peck and addressed one of his staff members.
Mayor: Get him out of here.
Peter: Bye.
Peck: I'll fix you Venkman. I'm gonna fix you.
Peter: I'm going to give you a nice fruit basket. I'm gonna miss him.
Peck was dragged out of the office by the mayor's staff. Y/N grinned as the man was ushered out of the room. He felt a sense of satisfaction at seeing the man get ignored just as he ignored their worries.
Mayor: We've got work to do. Now what do you need from me?
Y/N: Can we get an escort?